On a personal note - Omar, you fall into the Bloke Who is Amazing But Lives Across the Pond category. But I may in fact be moving to London/Manchester area in about 6 months when I graduate, so who knows.
So. I was supposed to hang out with an ex tonight, the I'm Way too Nice for My Own Good, but in leiu of that I spent the night handing out candy to Michael Myers and skanky Snow White trick-or-treaters. I turned my phone off and discovered the pissed off voicemail I expected from the ex, but I tried to reason with myself that he should've expected it. Does that make me cold-hearted (Insert intro to that Jet song here)?
In other ex-related news, texting the Redneck was rather uneventful. Since things have ended and a few months later we've tried to forge the "let's be friends" routine, I've found myself wanting to crush him emotionally now more than ever. Asking him what exactly broke us up was anticlamatic, as was the 'do you think we'll ever get back together' text to which he responded "maybe". I don't want a "maybe". I want an "I hope so". I want something to prove to me that he is as hurt as I am from it all.
But then again he is fucking a seacow. I think that's payback enough.
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